Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
magnetisation/form
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
sorry i am texting like a slav
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
your feed looks like my tumblr
I am below everything.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i dont understand magnetisation
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
kind of mythopoesis